Bleu Ball, Black Hearts

Jun 12, 2002 00:16

The Bleu Dance...
My blackened, shrivelled heart beats at the thought.
My Blonde Bitch God Draco has decided to shine is light of darqueness on me and grasp my soulless form in the night and twirl it through the mundane Hogwarts seasonal dance.
Life...is good.
I may wear pink today.
Okay, life is never THAT good.
However, since the whole school will be witness to the event, Perhaps the whole school should have a say in what they get to see. I like to allow the masses their simple pleasures. I have chosen three dresses.

Yosa Designs
This innovative design, the Harlequin Cyber Geisha with corset, appeals to anyone who's ever noticed the dichotomy of black and white. I love the darqueness...does it mean that I must hate the light as well? Or must I simply corset my soul into my body with PVC?

Azrael's Accomplice
Batty has made something truly eye-catching: the Fetish Countess Gown with corset. And because my parents have more money than Your Dead God, I can get my hands on this beauty. I feel...powerful in this dress. I feel as though the miserable shackles of life could fall away at any moment and I could fly into the night sky, worshipped.

Akaara's Lip Service Fetish
And then there's Lip Service. Producers of the mainstream goth look, I'd rather kill myself (surprise) than wear this label...with one exception: the Bride of Frankenstein PVC gown in shimmering purple PVC, which, unfortunately, is not shown here. This is the sexiest dress in the world.

So, please let me know which one I should end up with. Deck me out in angst!

A poem for the occasion.

Bleu Ball, Black Hearts

It will be the Bleu Ball
A blue ball
for a black heart like mine

It will be forever
in darkness
a deep murkiness divine

You will take me up and
take my hand
dance we will so fine

This will be a blue ball
in Hogwarts Hall
and you will be mine
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